My summer and beyond
 

Volume I

Chapter 1 - An introduction

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Isabelle, or Izzy as everyone except my parents calls me. I'm 18 years old, and I live with my parents and younger sister, Ellie, in Southern California. I have an older sister, and an older brother, but she's at college for most of the year and my brother is 7 years older and has moved out and works in New York.

My family are pretty well to do. My dad owns his own business designing and selling computer software, and employs more than 400 people. My mom is a professor of French history at the University of Southern California. In fact, my mother is half French, which meant that my siblings and I had French drilled into us as children and can all speak it almost fluently. Incidentally, my father is also half Norwegian, which I guess is where I get my blonde hair from. Unfortunately, he can't speak Norwegian, so I never learned it.

On account of their jobs, they spend a long time away from home. Mom is always in Europe attending seminars and conferences, and dad works late almost every night. I guess that's the price of living so comfortably, and we really do live comfortably. We have a 8 bedroom house on the seafront, with a private beach that we share with the other houses on the complex. Our garden has two tennis courts, two swimming pools, and a separate outbuilding with two bedrooms, next to the beach. Dad drives a Ferrari, at weekends when there's no chance of rain, at least, and moored at the jetty that runs out from the beach is our motor yacht that we take out on nice family days. Our 'proper' sailing yacht is moored in Santa Barbara harbor, about half an hour's drive away.

Yet for all the wealth and the comfortable lifestyle, my siblings and I have never been excessively spoiled. Sure we get stuff that most other families can't afford, and go on fancy skiing holidays in the Alps and go on sailing holidays in the Caribbean, but my parents have taught us to keep our feet firmly on the ground, and to work hard for everything. And our upbringing has really paid off. My brother, who as I said, works in New York, is working for an international Law Firm and got their, unlike some, on his own merit. My older sister is studying at Harvard Medical School. And at the end of this Summer, all things being equal, I will also be attending an Ivy League university to study Economics and Finance. I'm in no way trying to boast, I'm just illustrating that we are all hard workers, and unlike some of my school friends, I'm not a stuck-up snob who has everything provided for them on a plate.

Then again, nor am I a sheltered, innocent, introverted bookworm. I have a sense of humor. I rebel in small ways, and have done since the beginning of my teenage years. I get in trouble with mom and dad. I go out and party with my friends like most girls my age. I have a group of half a dozen close friends, and we shop, go to restaurants, study and work out together. Maybe I am one of the more shy ones, especially when it comes to people I don't know, but I'm in no way socially awkward. I had a boyfriend at high school, whose name was Johnny. He was cool, but his family moved away to Asia in my final year, effectively ending our relationship. We talk occasionally, but long-distance proved to be impractical.

I'm a pretty active girl too. I take care of my body, I'm a pescatarian, and I go to the gym at least three times a week. When I was young I learned to sail with my dad, and we've always enjoyed spending quality time together on the waves. I surf occasionally, go horse riding with mom on most weekends and go to yoga and pilates classes with my health-freak friend Erica. But my main sporting love is tennis. Having two tennis courts in your backyard, you can't help but learn to play when you are young. I first picked up a racket at three, competed for my middle school and high school teams and at 14 made it onto the state team.

I guess I'm not your typical build for tennis. I'm 5'7, which I guess is tall, but some of my teammates and competitors are 5 inches taller. I'm not all that broad, nor am I muscular, toned - yes, but not muscular. I guess good hand-eye coordination has got me a long way. At high school I played around 5 times a week, twice on weekends and on alternate weekdays at team practice. Now that it's summer and high school is over, I play with the local academy, usually hitting with men in the absence of serious female competition.

Anyway, that's me in a nutshell. Well done for reading all that, I realize it's quite dense and perhaps not all that interesting. Trust me, keep reading and you won't regret it!

Good work!

Now I can't wait for next chapters :D

B]Chapter 2 - Home Alone[/B]

My parents had taken a well deserved holiday from work, and were taking the yacht up the coast on a sailing holiday. They left around 7am, well before I had woken up. Ellie had gone to stay with mom's parents for the weekend, so I had two blissful days of peace and quiet, to do whatever I wanted. Well, almost. I had tennis practice at the club at 10am, then Summer, one of my closest friends in my friendship group, was coming round for the afternoon. And then there was the fact that dad had arranged for an extension to be built to the outhouse by the beach, as if we needed more space, so the builders had already started work. In fact it was the sound of workmen shouting and swearing and heavy machinery in use that woke me up. I looked at my phone to check the time. 9am already?!

I stepped out onto my balcony to see what was happening. I had a lovely view from my room, about half of the view was obscured by palm trees in the garden, but the other half took in the jetty, the beach and the outhouse. The only thing spoiling the view today was the builders and their equipment. Dad had asked me to check that they weren't slacking off and make sure that they were looked after while they were working. I reluctantly pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt, tied my hair up in a ponytail and went downstairs and walked across to them.

'Morning!' I said, doing my best to sound cheery and awake.

'Hey, nice to see someone finally awake' one of the 4 guys said turning round, sniggering.

Asshole. I thought to myself. I smiled sweetly. I felt disgusting with my hair up, no make-up on, unshowered and wearing yesterday's clothes, but it didn't stop the workers eyeing me up, making no attempts to hide it.

'Do you need anything?' I asked, trying to be polite. 'Maybe a coffee?'

'Sure honey, a few coffees would be great' he said.

I went back inside the house, unable to shake the feeling that I was still having my butt ogled at.

I made the coffees, and one for myself, and took them out.

'Cheers love' said the man who seemed to be in charge of the group. I set the tray down on a table outside the outhouse and made polite conversation for a few minutes. I felt a mix of disgust and delight that the workmen were being so obviously distracted by me, but I guessed any woman could have provoked it. As I returned to the house, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of lewd sexual comments might be made about me.

Realizing that time was getting on, I ran back upstairs and gathered my tennis clothing and equipment. I drove to the club and changed into my gear in the locker room. By the time I got out on court, the sun was beating down. The weather forecast had been for 90 degrees today, and hitting with my coach it felt like it was approaching that already. We went through my warm up and then practiced my serve for a half an hour. Next was my daily fitness exercise, running from side to side, hitting forehands and backhands alternately. After 10 minutes, I was dripping with sweat.

'Take your shirt off if you want' my coach said, seeing my suffering. It was against the rules of the club to reveal too much skin, but no else was on court in this heat, and as my coach was a woman, I didn't mind stripping down to my sports bra.

'You've toned up haven't you Izzy?' she said as I pulled off my top.

She wasn't wrong, I had been focusing on my core lately, and my abs were looking particularly toned, accentuated by the sweat covering them. We continued for another 20 minutes, before we called it a day and returned to playing a set. When I was done, I was exhausted.

Back in the locker room, confident I was alone as no one else had been playing, I stripped down, glad to have my sweaty clothes off me. Usually I showered back home, but I was craving some relief and grabbed a towel from the table and walked into the showers.

I turned the shower on as cold as it would go and enjoyed the relief. Still panting from the hard session, I put my hands and head against the wall and let the cold water run down my back.

'Morning Isabelle!' a voice said suddenly. I jumped, stood up and looked at the entrance to the showers, where Holly, one of the other coaches was coming in. Holly was tall and lithe, with long limbs. I didn't know her age exactly, but I guessed she was in her late twenties.

'Oh hey Holly! Didn't see you on court!' I said, unsure whether to cover my modesty. I decided not to, Holly wasn't even looking. She was wearing her underwear, until she hung up her towel on a peg and unhooked her bra. I had never shared a shower with anyone before, and suddenly felt an uneasy feeling about etiquette. Should I make conversation? Holly then, with her back to me, hooked her thumbs into her underwear and pulled them straight off. I averted my eyes for a moment, keen to not be seen watching her.

'Yeah, my shower at home has stopped working so I'm showering here today! Good session?' she asked, turning on one of the showers.

'Yep, really good, although it's pretty hot out there' I answered, feeling awkward.

Holly began to wash her hair. I sneaked a look at her, knowing her eyes were shut. She was facing me, with her head tipped back, making no effort to cover up. She had small, but not non-existent breasts, and well-defined abs. As my eyes drifted lower, I realized for the first time that she had no pubes. I caught myself staring after what must have been too long. I blushed, scarcely believing I had just willingly looked a girl up and down in the shower. Now would be a good time to say, I'm certainly not a lesbian by any stretch. As I said, I had a boyfriend, and enjoyed my relationship with him. I had never liked a girl in that way before, or rather I had never thought about it. I did, however, find the female body attractive, which I guess is why I had been unable to stop myself looking at Holly. Holly on the other hand, barely looked at me in my nudity, or if she did it was while my back was turned.

Feeling ever more awkward, I vacated the shower and dried off, got re-dressed and went back home.

Great Story
 

Great story so far can wait to read what happens for the rest of her weekend. Do the builders get to play or is it the coach or maybe some one else we will have to wait and see ;)